Sometimes I am thankful for being alone, I witness my friends hearts' breaking their emotions taking full control of them. I hear their sorrowful words of how much they miss another person, how their own bed feels foreign without the arms of their lover. As I am consoling them, reassuring that there are better guys out there, I am almost grateful for holding my own my heart. I see them happy, enjoying the company of another, I almost feel envious until I remember them all falling apart, cheeks stained and empty inside. Sometimes I feel annoyed at myself for not having a person of my own, but seeing the people I know hurt or angry because of the person they love makes me feel thankful. If the strongest people I know can turn into vulnerable creatures right before my eyes at the expense of love, then what chance would I have? I'm weak to begin with, love would destroy me.
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